The winter morning was still a bit cold. Her hands were greasy, and her hair slightly disheveled as the fine sweat gathered on her forehead due to standing near the stove.
She gently wiped her forehead with the back of her hand, standing quietly and beautifully in front of the greasy stall.
Around her, young men held money in their hands, ready to buy something from her. Joshua Hughes carefully discerned; it was in US Dollar. Was she in Washington State?
"This was shot in Seattle."
Angela Scott murmured quietly, perhaps due to unease in her heart or something else she couldn't quite explain.
"As you wish, the transfer order will be issued after I bring her back. From now on, don't come near her again."
He didn't want any dangerous elements approaching Avery Jane, as pure and simple as a pool of clear water, and shouldn't be tainted by such insidious friends.
